As pilgrims here - we sometimes journey To who know what - to who know what? Come and sing this simple story That god forgot - that life forgot Don't
Something got hold of me Oh, eys it did! I said Something got hold of me It ratttled around my head... I went to a meeting last night But, my heart wasn
this bondage it has no charms silence and evil weigh down my arms we know our god by the things he creates life, beauty, but most of all hate tell me
wasted, glorious dead it has to come all the dead are lost you, me, everyone our feelings, thoughts ghosts couldn't see we closed the doors on eternity
Through the winter's woods To the giddy edge of light We shut the door on pain Those tales are dead - dead forever A wind must agree To blow us on course
Übersetzung: Death in June. Lassen Sie uns darüber reden.
Übersetzung: Death in June. Mental Stamina.
Übersetzung: Death in June. We Are The Lust.
: [Written by Death In June] Take a walk down
: [Music and Lyrics by Douglas] [P. / David Tibet (Death In June)] [Contains an excerpt from "In The Heart Of The Woods And] [What I Found There" by
jail cell. (One time for my niggas locked up.) One time for my niggas doin life in hell. One time for my niggas on Death Row. (For my niggas on Death
the alleyway I enter. Trying to hideaway - when I stumbled on a gun And nobody's knows nothing about - where it came from! And nothing hotter then the summers in June
: I'm waking from a dream The neighborhood is green All the sounds I've missed all the years Come down to wedding, death, and fear All I've heard has
all from whom to buy Y'all niggas know if y'all cross Mac Y'all soon to die Cuz you know I bring heat like June and July Spit like August I'm the truth
seek a better life, right? It's unfortunate when tragedy strikes <a href="http://www.testimania.com/">Testi Canzoni</a> But the truth is reality bites June
the first man ever touched space Or the dot on the dice when a nigga roll Ace (Damn!) Winning team legacy, I rep to the death of me And just for the record
don't even know why you do half that hot ass shit you do. Why I'm trappin? Cause it's the only job with fair taxes. Keep a nigga in tight to death in
and get my lettuce straight It's like you niggas addicted to bitch shit, you fetish fake Dahlmer Pop you, then eat you on the anniversary of your death